Psalms 12

1 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Katoeng kruek zaehoikung hanah, Shemenith hoi sak koi David ih saam laa. Angraeng, na bom ah, Angraeng zii kami om ai boeh: oep ohhaih loe kaminawk salak hoiah anghmat boih boeh.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

Nihcae loe a imtaeng kaminawk hoi avang ai lok to apaeh o: amsawnlok thuihaih pahni, poek angphaehaih palungthin hoiah lok to apaeh o.

3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

Pazawk hanah thuithaihaih pahni hoi palai to a tawnh o, mi mah doeh pakaa thai mak ai; aicae nuiah mi maw angraeng ah ka om vop?

4 who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?”

tiah thui kaminawk ih, amsawnlok thuihaih pahninawk boih to Angraeng mah aat pae tih; amoekhaih palai doeh aat pae tih:

5 “Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

Amtang kami mah tong ih pacaekthlaekhaih, tidoeh tawn ai kami qahhaih lok pongah, vaihi kang thawk han boeh; anih pacaekthlaek kami ban thung hoiah amtang kami to ka pakaa han, tiah Angraeng mah thuih.

6 Yahweh’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

Angraeng ih loknawk loe ciim: amlai long hmai kamngaeh thungah vai sarihto atui pakaw ih, sumkanglung tui hoiah anghmong.

7 You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

Aw Angraeng, nihcae to na khen ueloe, nihcae to hae kaminawk khae hoiah dungzan khoek to na pakaa poe tih.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

Tidoeh avang ai kaminawk pakoehhaih atue phak naah, poeksae kaminawk loe ahmuen kruekah azatpawhaih hoiah caeh o tih.